NY

I was sitting along the side of window

Playing a song belonged to my own

Looking at the all of photos blearily

Thinking about who I want to become

You came and asked me where I would go

I shook my head said well I dont know

You send me an album of Taylors

A black marker with 1989

A woman in long sleeves with some sea gulls on it

With half face

Therefore I turned on the CD player

And got attracted by the first song on the list

It said welcome to New York

Welcome to New York

Welcome to New York

Welcome to New York

Then I had the answer to the question

I know

I wanna see the sparkles in the eyes

A cup of coffee with the New York Times

Staring at the jewelry in Tiffanys

The color balloons when the new year comes

The wishing cards were scattered everywhere

And they burst in my heat